Page 4 of Filthy Desire

Gio had the urge to look away which wasn’t like him at all. Was this in fact a woman or a fucking witch?

As their eyes met, an unexpected chill ran up his spine, but he ruthlessly ignored it.

She was younger than he’d imagined. Maybe late twenties, with long auburn hair styled in voluminous waves, like a movie star pinup from the 40s.

The glamour look continued with full red lips, curved in a confident smirk.

That caught his attention.

Most people, when called to his office, were overcome with fear - sweating, trembling, and nervous as hell.

But not her. She wandered in with a purposeful stride. Bold as fuck.

A black suit clung to every curve on her body, and as she stepped closer, her scent wafted over him.

Jasmine, rose, vanilla. It was subtle, warm, and undeniably sexy.

Jesus Christ, Gio, remember why she’s here.

Something about her face felt familiar to him but he couldn’t place her. Had they met before? No. He would have remembered such unforgettable eyes.

He ignored the flutter of warning in his belly. Just like he ignored her scent and everything else about her.

Motioning for her to sit in a chair, he studied her movements. Once she was seated, he leaned on his desk, crossed his arms, and stared down at her.

She may be confident now, but in another minute, she’d be begging him for mercy.

Just the way he liked it.

2

KARA

Being called to a client’s home was never a good sign.

Being called to Gio Ferraro’s residence at nine on a Saturday night was worse. So much worse.

Kara wracked her brain, but she couldn’t figure out why she’d been requested. She’d sent Sara here over an hour ago and assumed everything was fine. Sara hadn’t texted back but that was normal. Most of the women who worked for her would text around midnight, when Gio was finished with them.

Gio was her top client, with weekly visits and generous tips. But judging by the sour look on his chiseled face, she gathered that he was less than satisfied with Sara’s performance.

Kara was ready for his ire.

“Do you enjoy your business Ms. Delaine?” Gio asked as he looked down at her.

Ah yes, the power move. Stand and stare over the person you’re confronting and earn the edge. Make them nervous. Keep the upper hand.

Fuck that.

Kara had been dealing with influential men and women her entire life and she wasn’t intimidated by anyone. She grew up a senator’s daughter in Washington D.C. for god’s sake. Meeting powerful people was everyday life. And since making a home here in the Big Apple nine years ago, she’d continued to use her brains to get what she wanted. Not even the don of New York’s most notorious family, the Ferraro’s, could frighten her. She’d faced trials before and she was still here.

Men like Gio were challenging to deal with but she was up to the task. A spark of excitement filled her as she thought about going toe to toe with the ‘filthy don’ as Gio was referred to by the media.

“I enjoy my work very much, Mr. Ferraro. Do you enjoy yours?” Kara replied with a smile.

His blue eyes flashed with an intense heat that suggested he was angry as hell.

“I do,” he murmured in a deep baritone.

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